"Rats?" he asked as he walked in. From the cracks I could see her totally naked and him following with his penis still dripping."You got rats?" In the...garage? for sure!" he said as he turned the light off. "Come now." he ordered her."I already did. And so did you!"He just chuckled but she carried on being grotesque."You came pretty hard!" I've not seen you in ages... " he trid to explain. "And I love your mouth.... and your throat!" Yeah about that.... Sorry I cannot take all of that thing in. His cock was the size of an ear of corn and his bloated balls were as big as a baseball. When Laura took his dick out of her mouth and pumped it with her hand, I was able to estimate its length. The shaft was about three palm-widths in length. Add in the head and you've got about ten inches. By comparison, when she gives me a hand-job, her hand almost completely covers the shaft. My wife's lover was at least twice my size!George pushed Laura's pretty head back down on his cock, whining that his. Simon leaned in close, his thumbs caressing her cheeks as his warm breath moved over her. She braced herself for the first touch of his lips, the urges to pull away and lean closer coming over her all at once. “Do you want me to kiss you, Gem?” His voice had become all deep and husky. His body was so close to hers, his hands touching her with a familiarity they never had before. His expression turned to one of intense desire. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, unable to bear witness. This is where my story really begins.After playing a long set, and having had a few drinks, Caroline needed a convenience break. Professor Striker told her the bathroom was at the top of the stairs. Second door on the right. She used the facilities, checked her make-up, reapplying lipstick, and exited when she ran smack into Professor Striker. He told her what a great job she was doing, and all their private lessons were really paying off. Not knowing he was looking down her blouse, and up.